Tang Wan thought back to it, and still felt somewhat frightened, his body was really chillingly cold.
As she was reminiscing about last night, her wrist was suddenly lifted by someone. Before she could even react, her hand had been grasped in a warm, dry palm... just after he had wiped off his sweat.
"Is it better now? Not cold anymore," Jiang Jinsang looked down at her, his voice naturally warm, and as the corners of his mouth slowly curved up, it was even more captivating.
"Mmm," Tang Wan replied in a muffled voice.
"Don't worry, I won't get hurt," Jiang Jinsang comforted her before he let go of her hand and turned away to continue playing with Lord Wansui. The tortoise was quite stubborn, and seeing him deliberately teasing, it simply retreated into its shell, ignoring him.
Tang Wan instinctively touched her wrist where he had made contact and it felt as if it had been seared with molten iron, leaving a mark that burned hot.
